Free Web NovelWada Hirayama shook the blood off his sword.
He didn't even glance at the unseeing corpse of Tanaka Shin at his feet.
His gaze slowly shifted to the two equally disheveled old men not far away.
Kenichi Yamada and Yu Nakamura.
The two stood back to back, panting heavily, their faces filled with grief and despair.
"One has already set off."
Heiji Wada pointed the tip of his knife at them from afar, a mocking smile on his face like a cat catching a mouse.
"Now, it's your turn."
"Should we all come at once, or one at a time?"
Nakamura Yu leaned on the ground, barely supporting his body, his eyes wide with rage.
"Wada Hirayama! You traitor to your family! You lackey!"
"You'll get your comeuppance!"
Wada Hirayama seemed to have heard a funny joke and laughed loudly, tilting his head back.
"retribution?"
His laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes instantly turned chilling.
"Do the cries of the weak deserve to be called retribution?"
"To die by the blade of the strong is the only fate for trash like you."
Kenichi Yamada supported Yu Nakamura beside him, a resolute glint in his eyes.
"Nakamura, there's no need to say anything more to him."
"To serve the Ōmiya family with utmost loyalty today!"
"Even if it means death, I'll tear a piece of flesh from his body!"
The two exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed their last burst of energy.
"kill!"
Nakamura roared, dragging his heavily wounded body, and raised the giant axe once more.
A faint electric light also appeared on the staff in Kenichi Yamada's hand.
However.
But He Tianpingshan's figure suddenly disappeared before their eyes.
"What?!"
Nakamura Yu's pupils suddenly contracted.
The next second, a chilling sensation pressed against his back.
Wada Hirayama's slightly amusement-laden voice, like the whisper of a devil, rang in his ears.
"Too slow."
The cold blade was already silently pressed against Nakamura Yu's neck.
Nakamura Yu's body froze instantly, and he didn't dare to move an inch.
He could clearly feel the sharp blade had already cut through his skin, and if the other party moved forward even a little more, his head would fly into the air.
"Nakamura!"
Kenichi Yamada let out a desperate roar, wanting to help, but it was too late.
Heiyama did not immediately kill her.
He seemed to enjoy the feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths, his gaze passing over Nakamura Yu's shoulder and looking at Yamada Kenichi not far away.
"Now, do you still think you can take a piece of my flesh?"
He chuckled softly, his voice full of mockery.
"This is the difference between an ant and a dragon."
"No matter how much you struggle, the outcome is already predetermined."
The color drained from Kenichi Yamada's face, leaving only ashen skin.
Just as Hetian Hirayama was about to reap the second head.
A sudden change has occurred!
"Boom—"
The entire world depicted in the painting trembled violently without warning.
A blinding white lightning bolt, like a divine sword that splits the heavens and the earth, suddenly tore apart the pitch-black "sky" above!
Immediately afterwards.
A massive pillar of lightning, as thick as a water bucket, descended from the sky with terrifying power capable of destroying everything!
Lei Zhu's target is not anyone.
Instead, it landed precisely on the ground between Wada Hirayama and Nakamura Yu.
"boom!!!"
The deafening roar nearly ripped everyone's eardrums apart.
The violent lightning energy erupted instantly, transforming into a visible shockwave that spread wildly in all directions.
Wada Hirayama's expression changed slightly. He immediately released Nakamura Yu and backed away.
Nakamura Yu and Yamada Kenichi were thrown back by the violent shockwave, rolling more than ten meters on the ground and falling in a daze.
When the light fades.
It left behind a huge crater with a diameter of more than five meters.
The bottom of the pit was charred black, with wisps of smoke rising from it, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of ozone.
Wada Hirayama steadied himself, glanced at the deep pit, and then slowly raised his head to look at the torn "sky rift" above him that was slowly healing.
There was no panic on his face; instead, he grinned, revealing a smile full of bloodlust and excitement.
"Oh."
"You old codger, you've finally decided to come out?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire battlefield.
Kenichi Yamada and Yu Nakamura, who had been thrown into the air, struggled to get up from the ground.
They stared at the bolt of lightning that descended from the sky, momentarily stunned, then their faces simultaneously revealed expressions of deep worry.
"Kousuke-sama!"
The two of them exclaimed in surprise at the same time.
In the void, an old and steady voice slowly echoed.
The voice seemed to come from all directions, carrying an unquestionable majesty.
"You may all leave."
A majestic voice rang out.
The words had barely left his mouth.
The members of the Omiya family, who had just been engaged in a fierce battle with the Kujo family's assassins, vanished into thin air like ink scattered by the wind.
It came suddenly and left mysteriously.
The battlefield, which was filled with shouts of battle just a moment ago, was now reduced to only the Kujo family members.
They looked at each other, their faces filled with bewilderment and fear, as if they had survived a catastrophe.
The atmosphere was eerily silent.
"Everyone, snap out of it!"
A furious roar from Hetian Hirayama shattered the silence.
"Protect the patriarch!"
He flashed forward, blocking Kujo Hiroharu's path, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, the veins on his hand gripping the hilt of his sword bulging.
As if waking from a dream, everyone quickly tightened their formation, tightly protecting Kujo Hiroharu and Wada Hirayama in the center.
Just then, from the crack in the pitch-black "sky" torn apart by lightning, an old figure slowly descended.
It was none other than the spirit painter, Kosuke Soma.
He looked older than before, with deep wrinkles on his face, as if carved by a knife, and his life force was as faint as a candle flickering in the wind.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
Wada Hirayama's pupils contracted, and his muscles tensed instantly as he entered a fighting stance.
Soma Kosuke's gaze, however, bypassed him and landed directly on the composed man behind him.
"Hiroharu Kujo."
There was no emotion to be detected in the aged voice.
"You are callous and indifferent, treating human life like dirt."
"Today I should have taken your life directly to comfort the 130,000 innocent souls who died tragically."
He paused, then continued:
"But revenge will only plunge Japan into deeper war."
"If you're willing to hand over the pendulum of your life, I can spare your life."
“You can continue to be the head of the Kujo family, and I can pretend nothing happened.”
"Otherwise, this very place will be your death day."
Upon hearing these words, Kujo Hiroharu showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a cold smile appeared on his face.
After hearing these words, Kujo Hiroharu showed no fear on his face, but instead sneered.
He pushed aside Wada Hirayama, who was blocking his way, and stepped out.
She also straightened her collar.
“Master Kosuke Soma, I have always respected you greatly.”
Hiroji Kujo spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he were talking to an old friend. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
"I know you have some misunderstandings about me."
"The Ōmiya family is too soft-hearted and soft-hearted, like a woman."
"Placing your hopes on them is doomed to failure."
"If Japan were to fall into their hands, it would only become more desolate in this chaotic world, and eventually become a vassal state of a great power."
His voice suddenly rose, filled with fervor and confidence.
"just me!"
"Only I, Kujo Hiroharu, can lead the Sakura Kingdom to true strength!"
"Therefore, sacrifice is necessary!"
"Those civilians who died should feel honored, because their lives will become the cornerstone of our nation's rise!"
Kosuke Soma listened quietly.
He looked at the man in front of him who had gone mad, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
His last hope was also dashed.
"Oh."
Kosuke Soma snorted coldly, his voice filled with disappointment and murderous intent.
"Further discussion is pointless."
He slowly raised his withered arm and pointed at Hiroharu Kujo.
"Today, you must die here!"
